The Times of Yore
by NDFA
Beyond our hulking
mountains grim, beyond the most distant shore,
Long forgotten in time’s wind lye the land of yore.
Yore with heaping mounds of
treasure in thy dragons lair,
Where the probing eyes of strong young
men wander to maidens fair,
Yore where the summer sun still dances, of
castles and bards and song.
Yore where the roaming wild
horse prances, with monstrous battles long,
Where elves are
merry and dance and laugh, where dwarves still hammer stone,
Where wizards live mystiqued in power, where
spirits writhe and moan.
Of the many tales of
times of yore I will tell the one,
It’s a story of
magic and courage and wisdom and before this tale is done
Though shalt learn the pain of
loss and learn the joy of love.
Though shalt feel the Dark One’s deathly
breath seeping from above,
Feel an aging kings deep
pain, learn a lover’s bliss,
But before
ye read this story just remember this!
Beyond our hulking mountains grim, beyond the most
distant shore,
Long forgotten in time’s wind lye the lands of yore. . . . .